Cabin Fever (18 page)

“Who’s in a hurry?”

“Good. We can have dessert afterward.” He removed her hat. “First, I want to unwrap this little present.” He started with the hat, then gently removed her earrings. Turning her around, he unzipped her dress down to the dimples at her lower back.

He got off the bed and down on his knees. Reaching up, he pulled the dress down her body. He took off her shoes, then removed her dress entirely. Standing up, he stared at her with loving eyes. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “I like this.” He fingered her garter belt, unsnapped the hooks and rolled off her stockings. “You have the most beautiful skin,” he said admiringly.

“Thank you.”

He reached for her bra, unfastening it, and gently pulling it off. “And the most beautiful tits.”

Sandra cocked her head.

“Breasts just doesn’t sound right when referring to these. They’re luscious.”

He returned to his knees again and removed her panties. Then he smoothed his hands up and down her legs, kissing them. “So sweet and soft,” he purred. He stood to take off his clothes, starting with his tie, then his shirt.

Sandra stared in amazement, awed at the sight of such a beautiful and wonderful man, who happened to be one of her best friends.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants.

Sandra bit her lip to keep from drooling.

He dropped his pants and kicked them to the side. Then off came his underwear. Patrick stood in front of her naked, proud, and hard. Sandra was in her personal heaven.

“Lie down.” Patrick pointed to the bed.

Sandra quickly moved there. Patrick joined her. “Let’s take our time. We have all night and all morning if you want,” he said, wiggling his brows. “Come here, baby.” Patrick reached for her. He caressed her shoulders, her breasts, and slowly moved on to her tummy. She giggled.

“You are ticklish aren’t you?”

“A little.”

He caressed her again and she giggled a little harder, curling up and trying to push his hands away. “Stop it.”

He stopped, but went on to other body parts. He paid special attention to her thighs. He brushed the back of his hand against her wet curls, then proceeded to the calves. “I love every curve of your body.”

“I love every part of yours, too.”

“Then touch me,” he said hoarsely.

Sandra started at the top of his head and wove her fingers into his thick mane. He closed his eyes. She moved on to his face. So solid and strong. It was hard to believe that this man was as soft as a teddy bear inside.

Her hands roamed over smooth-as-steel muscles. He took a deep breath and she decided to move elsewhere. Her hands went to his waist before smoothing over his rear. He had the perfect male ass. She brought her hands around and lightly caressed his cock. He sucked in his breath and she stopped.

“It’s okay. Keep going. I love the feel of your touch.”

She reached his powerful thighs. Moving back up, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “Make love to me. I want to feel this body on top of me. I want to feel you inside me.”

Patrick positioned Sandra just the way she liked—flat on her back and legs wide open. “Okay baby, hang on.” He slowly covered her body with his. “Am I too heavy for you?”

“No. Please, Patrick.”

“Shh. I want this to last as long as possible.”

“Don’t torture me.”

“It will be worth the wait.”

He rained kisses on her, at the same time trying not to hurt her. Although at five-eleven, Sandra could hold her own, she still wasn’t strong enough to hold up two hundred ten pounds of male muscle.

She wiggled impatiently under him. He smiled, taking it slow, although it was just as torturous for him too. Every time he came near Sandra, he had the urge to run off with her somewhere. But she deserved better than a quick fuck. She felt so good under him. He’d waited a lifetime to have this special moment with her and didn’t want to rush it.

He compared her to a gourmet meal, to be savored and enjoyed, not a Happy Meal to be gobbled and forgotten in five minutes. Patrick loved this woman and wanted to show her a side of himself he’d kept hidden.

“Come on, baby. I’m more than ready now.” Sandra wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Wait!” He wiggled from between her legs and got off the bed.

“No, Patrick, come back.”

“I’m not leaving you, baby, I had to get this.” He held up a foil pack.

“Oh.”

He opened the condom and slid it on, then returned to his position. “See, that didn’t take long.”

“Long enough,” Sandra protested.

“You’re greedy.” Patrick chuckled. He opened her legs again with his thighs and gently placed the tip of his penis against her opening.

Sandra hissed. “Patrick, I’m going to come right now.”

“I’m barely in you, doll.”

“You’re so huge. You might as well be.”

He snickered trying not to sound arrogant. “You feel good, too,” he whispered in her ear as he slid in some more. Sandra sucked in her breath and gripped his shoulders a little tighter.

“That’s it. You are sopping wet, which makes it so easy for me.”

He inched in deeper until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. With one smooth stroke, he sank into her depths. They both let out a gasp.

“Oh yes Patrick! Yes!”

Sandra scraped her nails on his shoulder and he could swear he felt blood. But he didn’t stop. He gradually began to move inside her, and with each movement he managed to get a whimper or two out of Sandra.

“I love being like this with you,” Patrick said, rising up and plunging back into her. “If the world ended right now, I couldn’t be happier.”

Sandra experienced so many different emotions, not to mention the great physical pleasure she enjoyed with Patrick. If she didn’t think it could get any better after Sean, she was way wrong. He sank into her again and again, never pausing, never taking his gaze from hers. She was his, this night and for eternity.

Sandra didn’t think she could wrap her legs any tighter around Patrick or get a better grip on his massive muscles. But as she tried to regroup physically and mentally, her orgasm hit her like a battering ram, who happened to be Patrick. She thought he would split her in half.

“Patrick!” This time Sandra nearly took not only the bedding but also the mattress to the floor.

They breathed hard but steady. Patrick rolled over and took Sandra’s hand, kissing it. “My second best activity is coming with you.”

“Oh? What’s your first?” Sandra said lifting her brow.

“Working out, of course. But it seems I get both activities done with you.”

They both laughed.

Patrick urged her to her feet and they straightened out the bed. When they lay back down, Patrick held her close to his chest, while Sandra nestled her head underneath his chin.

She watched him as he drifted off to sleep with a slight smile on his face. She snuggled even closer and pulled an extra blanket over them. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe, secure and loved.

Thinking they were sound asleep, Sean walked in on them. Patrick raised his head and put his fingers to his lips.

“It’s been three hours. I got the bathroom ready for you guys and everything,” Sean said, not hiding his disappointment.

“I know. We’ll go eventually. She’s worn out. Probably all that fattening food she’s been eating lately.” Patrick chuckled.

“Oops. Let me freshen the bath at least.”

Patrick checked at his watch. “Yeah, go ahead. By the time you let out the old water and re-run it, she should be up. If not, I’ll wake her.”

“Got a call from the electrical contractors,” Sean said. “They can start immediately.”

“Good. Hey, realistically, what time frame are we looking at, even if everything goes without a hitch?” Patrick asked, as he slowly rose up in bed.

“No hitches? Ha! Maybe a year to a year and a half. With hitches, an eternity.”

Patrick groaned. “Please don’t say that.”

Sean left to start a fresh bath.

“Come on, Sandy.” Patrick nudge her. “Time to take a bath, get all nice and pretty smelling.”

Sean came over to them and shook her shoulder gently. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. “Is it morning?”

The guys laughed. “No, honey, not quite,” Sean said.

Patrick looked at him. Sean could see the wheels turning. “Why don’t you take care of her? I need a bath and we both can’t fit in that tub anyway.”

“No problem.”

Sandra reached for Sean’s hand without blinking. He wanted to jump up and down like a kid who’d just caught his first home run ball. But he stayed cool and walked her to the bathroom.

“Okay, Sandy, get in.”

She did. “The water feels great.”

“Good, then my job is half done,” Sean laughed.

He grabbed a washcloth and some bath gel and worked from her feet up. It pleased him to hear her sounds of contentment. He told her the same thing he told Patrick about the electrician. Sandra, too, had the same question about the time it would take to finish the cabins. When he told her, she shook her head.

“I hate waiting. And you know contractors. And even though O’Connor seems honest, you just never know. They’re worse than mechanics. They’ll find something that we have to buy, or need right away.”

“Yeah, I know. Trust me, I’ve been rolling it over in my head ever since we started. But I’m keeping track of everything. What should be done next and how long it should take. If they try to pull the old, ‘Hey you could use this, but it might push your project back,’ well, woe to them.”

Sandra laughed, seemingly satisfied with his solution to the problem.

As Sean dried her off, he impulsively hugged her tightly. “You’ve accepted both of us? You’ve really accepted having both of us in your life and us having you?”

“Yes, of course,” Sandra said, pulling back from him.

“Well, don’t act so surprised at the question. A few weeks ago, you didn’t want to walk down the street with both of us.”

“I wasn’t that bad. But I understand, and I was foolish. I don’t know what my life would be like without both of you in it. Making love is just an added factor.”

“You now know how Patrick feels about you,” Sean stated.

“Yes, but that doesn’t take away from the two of us. It can only add to what we have.” Sandra looked at him with sincere, loving eyes.

The only thing he could do was kiss her.

Sandra finished packing her bags searched the rooms for anything she might have forgotten. “Gosh, I’m actually gonna miss it here,” she said, picking up one of her Scrunchies.

“Me too,” Patrick agreed. He sat on the couch with Sean. They seemed distracted by a video game.

“Glad to see you’re not worried about overseeing all this work,” she said, throwing up her hands.

“Uncle Travis is coming down to oversee it. He promised to give us daily reports as well as pictures.” Sean almost fell off the end of the couch trying to make an odd maneuver. “Damn it! Missed!”

Patrick chuckled and continued to pulverize his buddy.

“I can’t wait to see the finished project.” Sandra took a seat. “After that, the hard part is done.”

“You think so?” Patrick said, quirking his brow but still focused on the screen. “Then comes permits, taxes—”

“Just when I was being optimistic.”

“You two finished being the cheerleaders on the Titanic?” Sean asked. “Look, it will all come together. As soon as we get back, we’ll let the Boot Camp staff know our new plans. We’ll also put out the word that we are looking to hire for our new venture. Since it will be off-season, I’m sure the owner won’t mind a few trainers working elsewhere. Damn it! Missed again!”

The other two looked at him.

“What?”

“You were the main one exasperated with this place every time something new happened. Now all of a sudden you’re back to Miss Pollyanna,” Patrick said.

“Kinda schizophrenic if you ask me.” Sandra chuckled.

“Well, I just remembered when I first wanted to be a trainer and work with VIPs. Patrick was right there with me, then came you and everything turned out great. So I know that I have nothing to worry about.”

“Aww!” Sandra and Patrick said.

Sean got up, shaking his head. “I’m done with this game.” Sandra watched Sean wander into the other room. She looked at Patrick, who executed a coup de grace on one of his friend’s players.

Patrick looked up at her and smiled. It had been two days since they’d made love. Sandra still felt a little sore. He hadn’t been rough, just the opposite. He’d been gentle, caring, and paid attention to every part of her body and her needs. He was just big. Both he and Sean. A girl couldn’t have a marathon of sex with these two if she wanted to. Not if she wanted to walk the next day.

“I’m going to see if Sean needs any help,” she said.

“Cool. I’ll check the upstairs again,” Patrick offered, getting up and packing the game away. “You know, even with all the headaches this place is giving us, I am going to miss it.”

“Yeah. Is it the same reason I’ll miss it?”

He walked over to her and cupped her face in his massive hands. “Of course, but we can take what we’ve discovered here back home.”

“True.”

“Go and help Sean,” Patrick said, then went upstairs.

“Hey, there,” she said, entering the kitchen where Sean was putting the last of the dishes away.

“Hey, Sandy. What’s on your mind?”

“I thought maybe you could use some help in here.” She grabbed the dishtowels.

“I’m fine.” He leaned against the counter. “But I have a feeling that’s not what you came in here for.”

The boys knew her too well. “Well I did have a question. It’s kind of personal, though.”

“Considering our relationship, I doubt that it could be too personal.” He chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Sandra said, taking a seat.

“Go on, spit it out.”

“Well, when you make…have sex with me, you get a little raunchy. Patrick said something the other night…that his lovemaking was different than yours. That’s when it finally clicked.”